The way she says my name, like I’m exactly what she wants, makes my head spin even more. She reaches back to grab my hand. I let her. I want to do whatever she wants me to do. She presses my palm against her chest and looks up at me with wide eyes.
My balls clench as I try to control myself, to go slow as I hook the ruffled edge of her dress. I tug the neckline down to reveal one of her perfectly round breasts. I cup her, running a talon over her peaked nipple, and then lift her breast. She gasps and leans into me. The weight of her breast in my hand is un-fucking-believable. I don’t know why. My body shudders, and I shut my eyes to keep from finishing far too soon.
When I open my eyes, she is smoothing her hand down my stomach to my cock.
“Laini,” I choke out. “I can’t…”
The heel of her hand drives down along mylength, and my head falls back. I groan, and my blood pulses hard in my groin.
“This will be over in seconds if you continue.”
She gives me a wicked grin that would show fangs if she was a gargoyle. Thank the Dark Mountain, she stops what she’s doing, and her hands slither up my body. But then she is curling her slender fingers over the top edge of my wing. Heat pours through me, and I want, want, want…
I grab her breast hard and smash my lips into hers. Using my free wing, I tuck up her dress until her thigh and underclothes show. Her curves are the most lovely sight. I slip my hand under her dress until the front of my forefinger talon sits on the heat emanating from her most sensitive spot. She shivers in my arms, and the tea’s licorice and honey scent swirls around us.
“Rom, yes. Please.”
Even through her little shorts, she is so hot and wet. The ache in my cock is maddening, and I want to throw her on the table and drive into her heat until I find release for both of us, but not yet. Not yet. Instead, I press my talon against her core. I hate the fabric between us, but she seems to be enjoying this, so I won’t do more. Yet. I stroke her with my talon, slowly, softly. She is practically mewling,her fingers digging into my shoulders. I use my other wing to lift one of her legs and allow me better access. I ease her back until she is leaning on the edge of the table, then I drop to my knees. I smooth my hands up her shapely thighs and whisper against her skin.
“You’re a masterpiece, Laini.”
She grips my hair with one hand and clasps my wing with the other. Desire jolts through me.
“Your wings are sensitive, yes?”
“Yes,” I say against her thigh as I stroke her again, harder this time.
She moans and works her fingers along my wing. My cock trembles, and my body makes it very clear that it’s more than ready to fully mate with this female. I drive my tongue into her heat, and she calls out, falling back a bit against the table but still gripping my wing. The taste of her in my mouth and the feel of her hand on my wing… Gods, I can’t hang on much longer.
She rolls her hips against my mouth, and I grip handfuls of her dress to pull the ruffled fabric farther up and out of our way. I devour her, feasting, loving every second. Her scent is my entire world, that and the perfume of the tea. I flick my tongue around her clit,teasing and not quite touching.
“Rom, please…” Her voice is low and raspy, and I can’t get enough.
I flick both ends of my tongue over her center, and she rocks hard against my mouth. Curving my forefinger in a particular way, I press my knuckle and talon into her.
“Gods, yes!” She grips me harder and pants as she gets closer to release.
I work my talon and tongue in tandem as instinct drives me like I was born for this very moment. She bumps against my jaw and moves faster, and I take up her pace.
“Rom!”
Shivering, she comes in a shuddering movement, and I free my cock. I have no choice here. I grip myself. I stroke myself hard and inhale her scent, and then I’m coming all over her leg. I pant with her, her breath stirring my hair and dusting over my horns.
She drapes her arms around my shoulders and collapses against me. “That was incredible…”
“I…” Speech is impossible. I still long to drive myself into her, but we just met, and she…
My thoughts clear like fog dissolving in the wind. I use the end of my tunic to clean her soft skin as my brain whips into a frenzy.
What did we just do? My stone magic rumbles inside me, but it isn’t going mad like I’d have thought it would be. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I try to calm my racing heart. I didn’t realize…
My heart constricts, and I look up at Laini. “Are you all right?”
“I’m very all right.”
I help her off the table. Her knees seem shaky, and she blinks like she is experiencing the same disorientation as I am. Her face is pink, and she puts a hand on her chest. I adjust my trousers and then fix the neckline of her dress.
What have we done? Is she upset? I scan the room to check for stone magic I might have performed when my emotions were out of control. Spark is still snoozing, although he has turned onto his side, facing the hearth now. The loom looks fine. No sign of stone. I exhale, relieved beyond measure.
